Annihilation Synopsis Novels & Stories

A pain that forced the true predator in me to come to the surface. A red light. From the deep abyss of my memories, I remembered that colour. It started to darken everything, to blend with the fear and horror that clouded my vision. A roar that pushed out all other sounds. And silence. Peace. Four dead hunters sprawled on the ground. A violent exhibition with blood and a black gooey substance that spewed from the broken rib cage, burned like molten steel, bubbling before disappearing into the air. My eyes burned. Viktor was lying on the ground, his eyes staring at me with a raw mix of feelings. As if I had thrown him there and killed those hunters.

the beautiful woman asks him, as I manage to blend with the darkness provided by the pillars blocking the reflection of light. Taking out my pistols from the holster around my thighs, I adjust the suppressor and flick my wrist slightly as I aim at his head. First, I kill him, then I will find my pendant. There is no point in asking him for it, he will never release it willingly. “Be careful, they might have developed some sort of immunity against silver. You might have been lucky to escape the first probably because you caught him off guard,” Aunt Kitra’s words return to my ears like she said the words again.

, Bryan spoke after evaluating her words deeply "So they thought, and hence, The Annihilators.", She said. "What's that" "They're a special breed of werewolves who hunt down the white wolves in whatever location they exist in.", She said "Presently one of us had been captured and that was an annihilator I killed before I knocked you out", she continued again. Listening to her speak those deepening words had caused him to feel what she felt. It went on to show that all her life, she had been living in seclusion, hiding out probably since she was young.

The chapel was silent except for breathing and heartbeats and the weight of understanding what he had just asked. "He wants you to erase yourself," Rebecca said quietly. "Your father designed weapon that requires complete dissolution. That requires someone to accept not just death but retroactive non-existence. To become person who never lived so the entity can be something that never existed." "Not me," I said. "David. The anchor. The stable quantum consciousness the entity needs. He volunteers for dissolution. He accepts erasure. He becomes weapon." "And if he refuses?" Antonio asked. "If a dying ten-year-old boy decides he wants to exist rather than be erased from reality?"

He looked down at the content that had a faint shimmer on the surface of the liquid. Alina's attention shifted back to Kenji who was already bringing out a gun. The click of the safety being undone. Alina was faster though. Always had been and always will. She grabbed the glock tucked inside Antonio's holster fast as lightning, her finger steady on the trigger. Two shots cracked. She won and he missed. Kenji Sato's gun clattered to the floor as he screamed, clutching his bleeding hand. Antonio's men got to his own men before any of them could say Jack.

He grabbed whatever he could find within his space, hidden glasses, sharp edges, and struck again and again. “Die!” Lorenzo snarled at him, breathing heavily… Antonioni staggered once, blood already running down his side, soaking through his shirt. Across the room, Annabelle had killed two guards with her bare hands, snapping necks and breaking wrists with cold precision. She fought her way through the chaos. The moment her eyes found Antonioni, and saw the blood pooling from his side, she moved without thinking, closing the distance. Her back hit Antonioni's. “I’m here,” she said, steady.

one of Rage's friends said. What the fuck? Am I all to blame? Rage planned all of this, you people! He only lured me to this situation and is completely aware o what kind of person I am! I wanted to yell them those words, to slap them with the truth that it was Rage who planned to fool them. But I couldn't say a single word. I just stood there still, showing no emotion. "That woman is heartless, she must have a mission here that is why—" The next moment, all of the six assassins that are left including Franco, were hit with daggers straight to their necks.

“You don’t know the story? You don't know what happened to Devil’s Den more than twenty five ago?” I shook my head. “I don’t.” “It started with that pack, Stormbringers. It’s no pity that their entire clan has been wiped out now. In Fact, I wish he’d done it sooner!” If anything was clear, it was that Annabel didn’t know that was my pack. I wouldn’t ruin it by telling her. “W-why? I mean, they are people too.”

He was turning his entire existence into a 'Data-Bomb' that would take the Syndicate with him. *“Go, Queen,”* his voice whispered in my mind, one last time. *“Go find the stars.”* I grabbed the "Kill-Switch" lever. "I love you, Silas," I said. I pulled the lever. The Sub-Basement didn't explode. It **Vaporized**. A wave of pure, absolute negation swept through the room, erasing the silver nanites, the Syndicate's bridge, and the server racks. I felt Silas’s presence vanish from my mind.

Under the moons bright light a situation of i stare, you stare me was made as both remained quiet, they did not say or do anything, they only stared at one another not moving an inch. It took almost 10 minutes as the staring contest finally stopped and the red haired man overlapped with the shadow of the night and disappeared without a trace. Lyph who was left alone, showed a rather comical dumbfounded expression as the other disappeared, then released the breath she didn't know she was even holding in. Her thoughts were in a jumble mess all night that She didn't even know how she fell asleep again while overthinking things. Wile Lyph slept quite well, others were not, not only is there an i